Rebekah Mikaelson (sheisjustagirl) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-08-29 18:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | logan howlett / wolverine, rebekah mikaelson |
Who: Rebekah and Logan
What: He's buying her a drink because she is a very angry newbie in town.
When: After her arrival and network post.
Where: Rabbit Hole
Rating: Pg-13 for language probably.
Status: Closed, Incomplete
Rebekah slammed the door to her little apartment and made a beeline for the elevator. Her finger stabbed at the down button more than once, but it was unneeded. The doors swung open nearly instantly and she stalked inside, punching the button for the ground floor and giving possibly her millionth sigh of the day as the doors slid closed. Finally, alone in the brightly lit space, Rebekah took a moment to collect herself and her scrambled thoughts. Her first: None of this made sense. Her second: Someone needed to die for ruining her time with Matt. For once in her whole immortal life, the blond could say she was truly happy, content with her existence and those within it. She was out of Mystic Falls, with Matt, and showing him the world. They had barely begun, but already Rebekah was beaming with excitement and joy. She was with the first good guy she'd ever found that hadn't been using her or who her brother made forget they loved her. No, Matt was honestly nice to her and yes, he wanted it to be nothing more, but a girl had hopes, did she not? It didn't matter really; the vampire was just happy to be with him and have a chance to show him how big the world actually was outside of Mystic Falls, Virginia.
Then there was this. This portal or whatever it was pulled her from him and suddenly she was here, in this small, little town of Storybrooke and there was absolutely no way back home. The person who'd met her was nice enough, meant well, but Rebekah had been in heaven and now she'd dropped right back down into Hell. Matt was gone, so far there was no one she could actually stand from her world here, and none of her things, but what she'd been holding on to came through with her. They'd offered her a place, a bed, some things, but any food they provided was pointless; Rebekah ate, but it was nothing they'd given to her out of charity. What she needed, they would be less hospitable about supplying no doubt, especially if she really was the only vampire trapped in the bloody place. She'd seen a hospital; she could always steal from that. It would be better than coming out and telling everyone she was a vampire, an original vampire that snap necks and drain bodies in a matter of moments. The stupid survey wanted her to tell the truth. Stupid! Rebekah would never admit to anything, especially to people she knew nothing about. As far as they knew, she was 18 and that was all she'd given in her enraged, furious state. Anything else about fangs and living forever never came to mind as something to add to any of it.
The doors swooshed open and pulled Rebekah back to her less than pleasing reality. With another huff, she exited the elevator and headed for the door. It was night and Rebekah stepped out into the cool air. It was a bit brisk for normal humans, but for Rebekah, it meant nothing. Hot, cold, or whatever, she'd never feel a temperature ever again thanks to being dead. A quick look around and the original vampire picked a direction, a rather pleased grin forming on her lips as she caught sight of the sign not too far away. Perhaps one thing would go right for her tonight? The offer of a drink, by Logan, was the smartest suggestion she'd heard the entire day. Compared to some of the others, particularly Bonnie, he was decent and Rebekah didn't mind talking to him. Yes, she hated him calling her "kid", but that quickly changed and no, she wouldn't call him "sir" in return. He seemed okay, but then again, maybe a meet in person would change everything, including her opinion of him. Regardless, Rebekah wanted a drink and with a determined flip of her hair, she pushed the door open and stepped inside the bar, glancing around with curious blue eyes. Deciding it better to sit, she found a seat at the bar and idly started to pick at her nails. Would he stand her up? He was a complete stranger and she'd been less than pleasant. She really shouldn't have expected anything less. Still, she'd give him a few minutes.